She ran home and took a shower to try and clean herself up. She tried to put all the thoughts of what happened out of her head for the rest of the day...but that night it was a very restless sleep. It was a combination of fear of him getting her pregnant when she was awake and sex filled dreams when she slept. The next day on Thursday, she found herself knocking on his door again. As soon as it opened she let out a flurry of words and emotions. She had to get it all off her chest. “What are we. "Is this a picture of you?" she asked, pointing to a black and white of a young man standing in shirtsleeves on a summer's day."That's me at the seminary just before graduation." Very handsome!" she commented, giving him an expectant look.Ethan cleared his throat. "That was a long time ago," he mumbled. "Let's have our tea before it gets cold." Tracey claimed one of the end chairs, leaving the settee to Ethan."Let me pour," Tracey offered as she reached out ahead of his. Her hand brushed his. Don't touch, just look. See all that sweet honey dripping inside? See how wet and pink and delicious it looks... like a ripe pink peach. "You want to taste my peach don't you, sparkle? You want to lick and lap up some of that sweet syrupy goodness, don't you?" Mistress purred."Oh please! Please Mistress may I? May eat your sweet delicious peach? Oh please!" sparkle begged, seeing the temptation right before her... just out of reach of her tongue."My, my, such an impatient little one!" Mistress. My head felt too heavy to be lifted off the pillow; my mouth was dry and sour. I concentrated on not throwing up and then opened my right eye. For the first few seconds I didn't know where I was, but after a momentary panic, my brain connected the desk chair and the window seat with Brad's room.I gone to a party with my cousins the night before and could remember getting drunk for the first time in my life and climbing out the bathroom window to get away from a guy who wanted to have sex with.